Conversation in the Car:

Spike ( age 13):  I still want to be a zoologist when I grow up, but I think I want to have my own show on Animal Planet.  Like Jeff Corwin.

Blondie (age 9):  Mom, do doctors get paid?  (to which I answered yes, they get paid quite a lot.) Then I think I want to be either a doctor, or a teacher.  Or maybe someone who works in the drive-thru at McDonald’s.

Goo (almost 5):  You know what I want to be when I grow up?  A policeman, or a construction worker, or a superhero, or an ice cream truck driver.


Yep, should be interesting to see what they study in college.

A-Camping We Will Go

We love to camp.  We have this old icky pop-up camper that we bought from a friend, and whenever we can find the time each summer, we go camping.  I love to sit around the campfire for hours, watching the colors dance in the fire and thinking my own thoughts.  I love roasting marshmallows or making campfire pies.  I love going for walks on barely-there trails through the woods, spotting snakes and chipmunks and colorful birds.  I love to watch my kids catch fish and chase frogs and examine trees chopped down by beavers.  I love spending all day from sun-up till after sun-down outdoors.  I just love to camp.

We left Friday afternoon and camped for a few days about an hour and a half from here.  We camped with friends, which was fun, and it was a great relaxing time.  We didn’t sleep much.  We worked hard, cooking each meal on a little camp stove and then doing dishes and carrying firewood.  We hiked and fished and played hard with the kids.  I have spent most of today recovering and I still have heaps of laundry to go.  Sometimes I wonder if the whole camping thing is worth it. 

And then I remember Goo’s face as he pulled up that fish on the end of his line.  I think about Spike’s excitement when he saw the rattlesnake hurrying away from us.  I consider Blondie’s discovery of deer tracks and purple wildflowers.  And despite the laundry, despite the exhaustion, despite the sunburn…I can’t wait to go again.

Bunchy Defined

So you know those “about me” paragraphs that you’re supposed to write each time you build a new profile?  You know how it is…you start a new blog or join a new community or sign up for a new website of some sort, and you get that dreaded blank box that says “tell us about you in a few words”.  I hate those things.  I dread them.  How am I supposed to define myself in a sentence or two?  I’m a blogger.  I’m a mommy.  But I don’t really think of myself as a “mommy blogger” because I write about so much more than just my kids.  I’m Christian.  I’m married.  I’m a daughter, a sister, a friend, a military wife.  But is that who I am?  They’re all such a part of me, and have made me the person I am, for sure.  But really, I’m just me.  I’m sensitive and imperfect and strong and outspoken and introverted at times and a party-er at other times.  I love being a mom but some of my best memories are of times when I laid aside my “mom” role for a few hours or days and became Bunchy again. 

I’ve been blogging for over a year now, and I’ve loved putting myself out there.  I’ve loved making friends and discovering who you are and figuring out who I am.  I’ve loved writing again.  I’ve loved being funny and I’ve loved being serious.  I’ve loved knowing that others are waiting to see what I’ll write next.  I love blogging.  It’s become a part of me.

And now I’m in this new blog-home.  I’m still figuring it all out, and I’m hoping that you’ll all stick with me as I do.   But I needed a change, for a few reasons.  For one, I felt the need to be a little more anonymous in the world.  But mostly, I was having a blog identity crisis.  I was starting to feel defined not by who I am, but by who you all thought me to be.  I was starting to base my worth on the number of comments I received or the level of subscriptions my reader told me I had.  I was striving not for authenticity or true purpose, but for popularity and some skewed sense of blogging success.  I was starting to fetter my writing with some imaginary ropes made of what I thought you wanted me to be. 

So it’s back to my roots, and I can’t be more grounded than by using the name “Bunchy”, a nickname given to me when I was just a baby.  I’m not talking drastic change; I’ll still talk about my husband and my kids.  (They have new nicknames, too.)  I’ll still tell you about my struggles and my successes and my goals for myself.  I’ll still give you raw honesty and funny stories.  But I’m doing it for me this time.  And who knows?  Maybe you’ll still like it after all.

Welcome To The Bunchy Blog

This is not my first blog.  In fact, I’ve been blogging for over a year.  Some of you know me well.  Some of you may have been wondering where I went.  I packed up…I took off…I left.  And I found a new name, and a new home, and a new format.  I’m changing things up…for lots of reasons, actually.  But mostly because I’m having a bit of a blogging identity crisis, and I needed to start again.  Things will be different around here…I won’t be using real names, or identifying pictures, or gory details.  I’ll still be me, only maybe even better.  I’m not making any promises, but I think it may be a fun ride.  Thanks for coming along.